August is a hot, dry time here in California. The grass is 'golden' and thirsty.
The pastures lack green grass, our wild flowers are no longer in bloom, in the country our vehicles are dust covered.
In hot, dry, golden, thirsty month of August we witness the Resurrection Lily.
The stalks seem to grow as you watch.
Bright pink Lily blooms soon brighten the gardens.
One short month and the flowers fade away. 
The final day of August was one of celebration. My peach crop was ready for harvest. Our second harvest here at the log cabin was 3x greater than last year's crop.
Tristan was eager to pick the ripe fruit while I documented our great success. I battled three major fruit tree diseases this spring, insects all summer, jay birds that ate every single ripe nectarine. One peach tree survived but bore no fruit, but this tiny little tree not only survived, she gifted us with ten wonderfully delicious peaches. Cool!
Peaches in crystal.
Geraniums have been blooming. Maybe no deer will sneak in to eat them this year.
The summer squash are growing well in some very entertaining shapes. Plenty of zucchini also.Farewell to August but I am glad that September is here.
Our dusty trails are craving some rain......
